Warning: I am not whining here…just being dramatic. You´re used to it.
😉
So, just a small request of my favorite blog readers:
If you ever hear me mention this word again…and I do mean ever…and that word would be FERRY…your response is this:
No, Mel.
NO, Mel.
No, No, NO, MEL!
Two doses of Dramamine later, which were taken far too close to each other, I did survive the ferry rides over the crazy, choppy, boat-rocking, Strait of Gibraltar…but that was it.
I hereby swear that my days of traveling by ferry are O.V.E.R.
Over.
I don´t want to do that to myself again. Or to my husband. OR…to me.
Thankfully, despite the drowsiness and drugged-ness, we did have a good time in the land of crazy, Moroccan, fun.
Here´s a teaser for you…more stories and pics tomorrow. 😉
Oh my goodness!!! I’m sorry!! My husband went fishing off the coast of Florida about 10 years ago. Big tough guy that he is. As soon as he lost sight of the shore, he lost sight of his breakfast!
Glad you were able to get through it and enjoy Morroco. Still a little jealous, but I think I’m just really excited for you and your husband to have this time. Truly!